What They Carry With Them
The broadcast went out at dawn.
Chandler's voice was calm and measured over the relay, steady enough that it didn't sound like an invitation or a trap—just a fact.
"This is Power Station Delta. Approach confirmed. Follow road markers only. No weapons raised at the gate. We'll meet you in daylight."
The message repeated every ten minutes.
Emily listened from the kitchen table, one hand wrapped around a mug, the other resting on her stomach. The baby kicked once, sharp and decisive, like she had opinions about mornings.
"I know," Emily murmured. "We're up."
By midmorning, the base shifted into its receiving rhythm.
Perimeter teams doubled. Medical was stocked and quiet. The greenhouse crew cleared space. Kids were gently herded inside and distracted with cho
